my daily life writes the eulogy//
engraved on tombstone diaries//laid to rest with the passing of time//
seems to me that even love can die//and the rituals,
that fade away, and the roses cease to be laid//and to me,
it cleary appears that we're already one foot in a very
shallow grave//i will love with passion//
you live like you're dead//as each day..dies
-atreyu
p.s. I never did live up to your standards
and hope you forget me if you
judged me on my beliefs. May you be left with the simple fact
that no matter what you do, yahweh adores you
-even more than I ever did.